With a sudden swerve of the cab Ahmed drove down a side street between two darkened office blocks, gliding into a an empty car park we jolted to a stop.
Ahmed kicked off his shoes, roughly took his trousers off then in one quick clumsy move he lent over the drivers seat, pushed his arse towards my face and lifting the shirt tail of his blue cab uniform offered his arse to me. His heavy arse was still covered by his large white y-fronts, two heavy mounds of flesh just inches from my face, by the light from the car park it wasn't hard to make out the dampness along the fabric over his crack.
Hooking my fingers under his waistband I slid his briefs down to reveal two dark arse cheeks, the heady, musky aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed deep to experience the smell of a man's arse. Coarse hair lightly covered the cheeks, growing thicker along his crack I noticed that it thinned out closer to his puckered hole. Ahmed had began to slowly but strongly pound his stiff cock and rub it into the beaded seat cover... "You lick my hole now" As he said these words his slightly puffy arse lips twitched and contracted, spreading each hand over an arse cheek I lowered my face into the steamy, sweaty crevice. The clean, musky spiciness of his crack got me blinking my eye's trying to focus on the beauty of this Arab arse, lowering my lips onto the hole, the puckering arse lips met mine and I ground them into his hole.
Ahmed's whole body jumped forward in ecstasy, the cab filled with the sounds of his groans and deep guttural sighs as I wiped my lips across this hidden opening, they soon became moist from the lust fueled sweat that poured from Ahmed's skin. The dark hairs along his crack rasped against my cheeks as I began to push my tongue onto his hole, the clean exotic taste flowed through my body as my tongue slid across the top of the twitching flesh. Making small jabs of my tongue I managed to easily get my tongue past his arse ring until the hot muscle of his bowels squeezed tightly against this intruding tongue, pumping quickly I managed to work up spit which I pushed over my lips onto Ahmed's hole. Pushing it into his chute I could feel it relax and soften...
"Oh man...oh man....ooahhh...lick me out...eat me...."
Bringing my finger closer to his hole I took a couple of sloppy licks until they glistened with spit, resting my middle finger against his arse lips I began to push it against his hole....
I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was there, but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat.
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
As I came I felt myself dirty, thinking about so kind of sex. I decided to go to by some cigarettes in the store close to my house. I went out in shorts and t-shirt, which I wore at home. I was still pretty far from the gas station store, but I could see, that they are working these two guys from Tunizia. Closer I've got, more hard was my dick.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
You see, there's this guy who's been keeping me. . . I hate to use that word, but there just isn't any other one that will do - I was being KEPT! It was all OK at first, he'd suck my cock dry two or three times a day. I loved that. I didn't even mind making out with all his friends. I like it, too.
I was there with my boyfriend, Tyler, picnicing on the grass. We sat close, surrounded, by about three-hundred fans. We were eating crab legs with white wine. The sun beat down. I beat down on Tyler's meat, slipping my hand into his baggy shorts. I apologised, of course.
Ahmed got the message and his arse lips grew and opened slightly, welcoming my finger as I rammed and burrowed into the warm, softness of his arse. With every thrust of my finger Ahmed's head rose in a grunt, pushing his arse closer to me I knew he wanted more so I slipped the second finger past his ring into the depth of his bowels.
"You fuck my arse. You fuck me"
Pulling my two fingers out of Ahmed's moist, smooth hole I wiped them on his slowly humping arse cheeks. Fumbling wildly at my zipper I wrenched my trousers down and hoisted my rock hard cock from out of my briefs, Ahmed looked back and smiled lustfully as he saw my circumcised cock head jutting out from my fist. I spat and dribbled onto my palm and slathered my cock shaft until it glistened in the street lights.
Ahmed reached back and pulled his arse cheeks apart, strained his arse so it opened and contracted greedily, guiding my cock head onto his hole his twitching arse lips seemed to want to suck my shaft into his hot Arab tunnel. Placing the head onto his opening, I leaned forward, grab Ahmed's shoulder and pulled myself hard against his body, my cock head initially strained and pushed against the hole. Ahmed let out a groan of pain, lust and desire, grunting like an animal my cock head popped past his arse opening muscle then quickly I slid into his body, inching my way up his hole I watched as my cock shaft sunk between the dark hairs of this beautiful Arab.
Riding and humping his body my cock prodded against the warm bowel muscles, digging deep into his guts as he pummeled at his cock, Ahemd's groans and grunts grew louder and faster my heavy pale thighs slapped sweatily against his upturned arse cheeks. The heat and musky aroma of cock digging into a man's arse rose up from our bodies and filled the cab the unmistakable smell of men's sweat.
"Uh...huh...huh..." I could tell Ahmeds was close and from the way my taught shrunken balls nestled between his cheeks I knew I was close to. Deep inside his arse I felt the head of my cock tingle and harden even more...."ah...ah...Ahmed....I'm close....man....ah" With a glistening wet brow Ahmed looked over his shoulders into my eye's, glassy with lust he asked me to cum on his back..."blow your cum...on...my shirt....huh....huh". I was close. I was close....this fuckin' hot arab arse...."whoa...whoa...whoa".
Suddenly Ahmed's whole body started to shake and buck "o...o...o...huh...huh..huh...huhhhhhh" His cumming cock blew his load hard against the seat....yanking my cock from his hole I had just enough time to start pumping at the greasy shaft...."ah...ah...ahh...ah...ahhh" ribbons of white cum shot out of my piss slit, splattering wildly across Ahmed's back.
It wasn't long before the blue fabric was coated in wild, wet strings of cum, soaking into the fabric his shirt clung to his body as the sweat and the cum plastered his uniform...still holding my slimy, arse sweat covered cock. I grabbed at Ahmed's shirt tail and wiped the softening shaft clean...leaning forward into his wet back we both took long deep breaths of satisfaction. Ahmed's heavy body heaved under mine until our breathing was in unison....I did end up in the right place tonight.
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
As I came I felt myself dirty, thinking about so kind of sex. I decided to go to by some cigarettes in the store close to my house. I went out in shorts and t-shirt, which I wore at home. I was still pretty far from the gas station store, but I could see, that they are working these two guys from Tunizia. Closer I've got, more hard was my dick.
I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was there, but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me.
The brunette in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat-belt as the car came to a stop, and turned to the driver. With his hand placed lightly on the blonde's upper thigh, he whispered, "You're not going to just drop me off and run. Are you?" and winked. The driver smiled, and placed the car into park and removed the keys. "Come over here baby. The blond walked over to the brunette.
There was a free counseling center on campus, but the twenty-one year old senior needed to keep his "problem" a secret, even if that meant paying. Dustin would have to drop out of school if gossip got around. He would never survive the humiliation. Dustin was a clean-cut with wholesome good looks. He didn't seem at all like someone with a problem only a shrink could solve.
He went back to university, and I got his job at a magazine. I saw pictures of him all dressed up in a tux at our last awards dinner, the severe black lines of the suit only emphasising his sweet, young face and body. So he went off to study again and I worked solidly at the magazine. As soon as I caught sight of him, I knew the photos I'd seen did him a disservice. Straight boys are so sweet.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
It's a usual Friday or Saturday night tradition. You also usually order pizza, just to cover the munchies. You make whoever is ahead pay, it seems fair. You are doing fairly well in the game, but there is an interruption, the pizza has arrived. You toss down your cards (you didn't have a good hand this round anyway) and you go and answer the door. I'm there with two fresh pizzas.
I was about 14 years when my dad left me and my mom. He caught my mom cheating with a Black guy inside our house and he could forgive her for that. So he packed his bags left and never returned. The next thing I knew they were already divorced. After a year of being fatherless, my mom got married again with Big Jack. Jack was big black masculine guy who just got out of the Military.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
I hopped on the first available spinning bike, started my Garmin and my music, and started pedaling. I was in the zone. I was really pushing myself. After about 20 minutes of intense intervals, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped my music and slowed down.
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